Have you ever had a brush of intuition? I get them on occasion, and I am learning more and more to go with the flow. I got one this morning. Normally, during the week, I do not go online in the morning before I leave for the day. You know, too busy chasing after half-dressed kids trying to pry them into the rest of their clothing, trying to tame the hair that is defying gravity by standing straight up off of my head, holding frozen meat on my eyes in an attempt to bring down the puffiness of the bags, gulping coffee down like whiskey shots. It’s kind of difficult to fit in the computer in between all of that. But, for some reason, something told me to just pop online to check my mail this morning. And wow…it was a good thing I did! Apparently, the entire server was hacked last night. Someone on the server accessing via a shell script left a nice big security hole, and some punkass jumped right in and replaced every single index file on the entire server. And to top it all off, my server has several automatic updates a day, which I ordinarily love, but it just so happened that an automated backup happened just before anyone discovered the hacking, and so all of the hacked index files were backed up. Isn’t THAT fun? So I spent a good 15 minutes re-uploading all of my index files (thank goodness I learned a long time ago to keep backups on my computer).

And speaking of intuition, as I said, I have gotten it several times, and on occasion it has been freaky enough to make me wonder if I have some kind of ESP (or laran, as they would say on Marion Zimmer Bradley‘s world of Darkover). Hush, don’t laugh. One time, when Gregory was about 2 years old, I was working at a group home for multihandicapped adults, and was having a hard time finding daycare/babysitters. One person I had had been an acquaintance of mine for about 5-6 years (and this person told me when I was pregnant…before I knew…lol). Her mother had become ill and she had to go to Florida to be with her. She thought she might be gone for about 2 weeks. Well, it stretched on to a little over 4 weeks. Then, suddenly, one night, I woke up out of a sound sleep at around 3:30 in the morning, thinking about her. I called her phone, just to leave her a message that I was thinking about her. And she answered. She had gotten home…get this…about a half hour before I called. Eventually this person and I drifted apart, for reasons not even worth going into, but she remains the first person (besides Gregory) that I had such a strange rapport with.
And yes, you did see me write Gregory up there. My little elven child, my changling, I call him. When he was a baby, if I was upset or crying, it didn’t matter if he was asleep, or in another room, he would cry, too. (and he NEVER cried as a baby for no reason – he was an odd duck, for sure.) If I read a joke, or thought about one, he would laugh all of the sudden. It was a bit eerie, but made me feel so very conneted to him as well. That connection has abated as he grew older, but I have a feeling it is still there, under the surface, if both of us were not so stressed or concerned with other things.
I’m not sure if I feel the same thing with Donovan. I thought I had, at times, especially when I was nursing, but he is such a very different, disordered kind of child. It’s hard to find some peace within him. But maybe that’s what I am here for. πŸ™‚ Now, if only I could find peace for myself….hmmmm.

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Rose · June 2, 2003 at 5:41 pm

I had a bit of intuition myself this morning. I think that everyone has ESP to a certain extent. It is just more developed in certain people. It’s certainly nothing to laugh about. I am not particularly fond of it though. I absolutely refuse to play that game where you guess what the other person draw on a sheet of paper without seeing. Yeah. I’m not going to do that again.
I don’t really understand what happened to your site, but it doesn’t sound good. I am glad that you caught it quickly and were able to fix it. I don’t understand why someone would spend the energy just to something mean like that. It just doesn’t make sense to me.

witchy · June 2, 2003 at 7:33 pm

I have it with my Mom. When I lived 1500 miles away, and no phone, except the one down the steet, I used to get extremely strong feelings of my mother, and her telling me “Call Me”. πŸ™‚ when ever I followed up, and called, she’d say “I Have Been Thinking Of You!” πŸ™‚
(with my X, I also had a real conversation… but that’s another story… πŸ™‚

Vernon · June 2, 2003 at 10:48 pm

I stopped by your site yesterday and saw that it was hacked. It has reminded me to make back ups of mine.

milo · June 4, 2003 at 11:49 pm

i came by to check your site either yesterday or the day before, and saw some random post about “protesting protestors.” i was like, oh dang, i wonder what tricia could have posted that was juicy enough to piss off some cracker-hacker. i’m glad to see that everything’s back to normal.
i think we all have some sort of “psychic” esp type of connection with certain folks out there. in my case, i can read TOOMA’s mind (you sort of know whom i refer to) and react to words even before they’ve been spoken. i don’t necessarily like it, but it keeps my defenses up and ready to shoot.
i hope the whole housing issue is resolved promptly and adequately for ya. the goddess will keep ya strong and make fortuna smile upon you. keep your strong and positive self up and ready to battle. you are going to be fine πŸ™‚

michael · June 10, 2003 at 11:41 pm

laran huh? are you red headed? Sorry to hear about the server break in. It’s a bitch having to go through stuff you thought was done.

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